This happened around 1982 or 83. I would have been 20-22 years old at that time. I had party friends that I ran with regularly and, normally, on weekends we'd commonly spend the night at one of the gang's house and turn the entire weekend into a party. I was living at my parents' home at that time, working as an office clerk part time and going to school full time. The University of Southern Mississippi was exactly a one hour drive from my parents' house.
I remember this was very early on a weekday morning - just the first very dim glimmering of light. I think it was a Tuesday (not that it matters). I was sleeping and in my dream, I heard some noise which, in my dream, I determined at first to be a chicken outside my window. We didn't have chickens, but that's just what my mind making of the external noise while I was dreaming. The noise persisted. In my dream, I'm realizing that's not a chicken - what is it? Obviously, I'm starting to come out of my sleep, but I'm still sleeping heavily at this point. In my dreaming mind, I'm trying to work out what could be causing this noise. I was laying on my right side and slowly gaining consciousness. The noise is still going on and I recognize that it is by my nightstand. It's impossible to give any accurate estimate of how much time passed between the time I first heard the noise and when I first recognized that it was coming from the nightstand by my bed, so with that in mind, trying to recreate the scene in my mind, I'm going to estimate 15-20 seconds allowing enough time for my mind to mull over and reject the "chicken" solution I came up with in my dreaming state.
Okay, at this point I start to open my eyes and I'm very drowsy. I saw a figure next to my nightstand fiddling with something, but I wasn't alarmed. My first thought was that it was my Mom who would come in daily to tell me it was time to get up so I could get ready for the drive to school. As soon as I considered that solution, however, I knew that the figure was male, and had blond hair so my next thought was it was one of my party friends just screwing around. Of course, I'm waking up this entire time I'm going through these thoughts. Immediately, I realized, NO! It's a weekday, so it's NOT one of my buds! Who is this screwing around with my keys and stuff on my nightstand?!?! I immediately bolt straight up in my bed and YELL! This figure had sort of stringy, shoulder length dirty blond hair, and had really bad skin - looked to be, roughly 24-32 (just guessing). It has been so long now, I can't remember specifically what he was wearing, but it was not anything from some other period and it was very casual - like well-worn slacks and some sort of slouchy shirt.
When I sat up and yelled, the figure was hunched over my nightstand intently messing with the keys / coins I'd laid there. As soon as I yelled, it immediately snapped straight up, looked straight back at me in the face with a startled look on its face - maybe 4-5 feet away from me, at the most. It was as solid appearing as the desk I'm sitting at now. Then sitting there, staring at it, looking directly in its face, it just faded away over 4-5 second period (count 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi... It's a fairly long time to be observing something). I would estimate that from the time I fist opened my eyes until the time I sat up and screamed, it was another 5 seconds, so the total experience, from first hearing the noise while dreaming until it faded away was 25-35 seconds. It was absolutely an external persistent noise that woke me from a sound sleep.
That room had been my bedroom for many years, but for many, may years, I never slept in it without either a light on or my dog. The house had been built by my parents and so there'd been no prior occupants / residents. That was only the second thing to have ever happened to me in that house, the first being the loud crash I and my Mom had heard when I was around 12-13. That was the only visual experience I have ever had.
Much later in life, in the Summer and Fall of 2013, I was going through a divorce from a horrible, abusive alcoholic wife when a series of incidents occurred over the weekends I was up there working on the house. I'll share those in the final story within a few days.